We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 198 Glad to See His Successful Santrinya

The warm morning sunlight illuminates the stage where Azmi is with her spirit team and 2 vocal friends who are always there with her will never be separated from her who else if not 2 sweet santri like sugar java is Aban and Ahkam.

They chant sholawat that make the spirit of the pilgrims present. Azmi's voice that was loud with his style that now uses sunglasses from his brother saw the sun's glare hysterically the women who admired him continued to shout calling Azmi's name very loudly full of lively.

Occasionally Azmi laughs can be seen whispering to Ahkam when the turn of Aban sholawat really it makes the cry more hysterical with sweet laughter Azmi who makes eye-clamps look.

" God, Azmi! "

" Okay, my imam candidate. "

" Armiiiii!!!"

" His handsome inimah is equivalent to the Korean artist ergh, "

The compliments were continuously presented to Azmi as well as members of the Syubban who greatly encouraged the young men to come early in the morning to see their appearance.

" The true youth loved by the Prophet

Not the iron-muscle especially the selfie maker

Anti-maxia youth love to read sholawat

And never forget to do prayer." Azmi's voice that was loud in a loud tone when reading the lyrics was just shocking the pilgrims present.

The song "Come move on" performed by members of the Muslim Syubbanul is very millennial affecting young people who are increasingly fond of them.

With the charm of the Syubban team as a santri who always carefully behave makes them more admired.

The cheers of the congregation that morning pleased and touched Kyai, a smile painted on his radiant face as he saw thousands of worshippers willing to come from dawn just for the Syrian team.

On the other hand, Hamdi and Syafiq who are also young also enjoy the strains of lyrics that are brought by the three vocals with their very good voices. They both become like other worshipers, standing with the same row as other male pilgrims.

Ustadz Mustafa who had talked to one of the pilgrims immediately stopped his chat when he saw Kyai who was sitting alone.

Ustadz Mustafa's footsteps carefully stepped up to Kyai.

" Ahem, assalamualaikum, Kyai. Sorry I can sit here, " said Ustadz Mustafa full of adab with his head slightly bowed at a glance looking at Kyai as he spoke.

" Mustafa, wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, please sit down, I also myself from earlier, " Kyai with a small laugh after finishing talking allowed Ustadz Mustafa to sit with him.

Ustadz Mustafa smiled along with a slow nod several times to sit next to Kyai.

" I am truly grateful for what all my students have achieved, including the present-day members of the Syubban, who thousands of people are waiting for their presence every day. Thank God, Lord, thank You for all that You have given." Kyai with a lyrical tone made Ustadz Mustafa's heart full of looking back at the members of Syubban who were at the bottom still echoing their sholawat spirit.

The wind in this village is quite strong and soothing blowing towards the face of Kyai and Ustadz Mustafa who are now in the building available in the park and now specifically made a place for Kyai, who is now a place for Kyai, Ustadz Mustafa and the others took shelter.

" Thank God, thank God, Kyai. I never imagined that these children, students, and young men of sholeh could get this way." Ustadz Mustafa's.

Kyai nodded softly a few times, his already young face looked tired but he still gave a smile to Ustadz Mustafa not a complaint, he said, Kyai was always patient with her cool and friendly smile to everyone.

" Alhamdulillah, thank God, " Kyai turned his eyes again now his eyes again point to members of the Shubban who are still eager to chant his sholawat to the worshipers and fans.

Ustadz Mustafa must have felt very much what Kyai felt he also smiled slightly at Kyai and returned his gaze to the members of Syubban.

"Be a useful generation youth

"Be a obedient youth to make yourself safe

In the afterlife can meet the kanjeng of the prophet Muhammad." the distinctive voice of Aban attracts the attention of all the pilgrims who are there.

They follow the sholawat lyrics with a passionate that is not tired like they are when chatting with the members of the Syubban, namely with three vocals whose voices are very beautiful with their respective characteristics and the team of hadrah who always eagerly accompanied the chants of sholawat brought, Azmi, Aban and Ahkam.

Yes prophet.. Yes prophet.yes prophet I Love You.

I love you prophet....

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This morning Aisyah and Fitri sat together at Aisyah's house in her living room.

" Thank you, Fit. You have helped me clean up the house, " said Aisyah in a soft voice to Fitri who was sitting next to her and now smiling looking at her.

" Together, any other work will be quickly completed if done together." Fitris.

" Hmmm, why don't you help me every day? Let every day my work be done quickly" Aisyah.

" If it is, I can't say it, Shah. I do a lot of work, too, "Fitri.

" What job? Isn't all the business of cleaning the house taken care of by your maid? " ask Aisyah.

" It's just another busy one, hehe. Sorry, Shah." Fitri yelled at Aisyah.

" Yeah, I get it." replied Aisyah briefly.

" Shah, "call Fitri to Aisyah who is turning her face to justify her hijab.

" Yes, what? " Aisyah turned her head straight away.

" You'll be together with me again, right? Please, yeah, yeah. Your voice is very good, there are many things that praise us, especially you. Because you are beautiful, many aki-akhi come because of you." Fitri he continued to praise Aisyah with great enthusiasm.

" Astagfirullahal'adzim, Fitri! Remember, what are we going to do Sholawat? We also can not riya' show our greatness one more should not be sown for the compliments that people say. Our intention is just one echoing sholawat lillahita'ala." Aisyah asserted Fitri who had wrong intentions and was happy with people's compliments.

Fitri immediately understood with Aisyah's explanation who spoke firmly to Fitri.

" Yes, yes, I understand. I'm sorry" Fitri with a guilt-ridden expression towards Aisyah.

Fitri's slow voice and her face that looked like a child who had been scolded made Aisyah feel pity and immediately embrace her best friend.

" Yes, already. His face does not need to be rich, the important thing is that the rich do not repeat again, " Aisyah with a smooth speech and a soft tone made a sweet smile back to Fitri she immediately turned to Aisyah giving her sweet smile.

" Okay, ready!" Fitri with great enthusiasm.

Aisyah and Fitri again laughed along with joking presenting their cheer at Aisyah's house which now only exists they both remember both Aisyah's parents who are working.

Their laughter was so good that anyone who heard them laughed because of the joy of the two sweet friends.

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